tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55615219326961900822011-09-21T04:21:28.172-07:00Julie Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913288961950222651noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5561521932696190082.post-9108188165195272272007-12-24T04:18:00.000-08:002011-09-21T04:21:28.182-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />Yep, I admit it - I'm all about the commercialism of Christmas. That's why husband spent most of last night trying to get the kids' new FP3 players to work with stupid @#$% Vista software - at least now they won't have to wait while we break through the super-hermetically-sterile plastic and wire packaging tomorrow morning.<br />I'm also about the commercials of Christmas. I am notoriously affected by said commercials, often actually tearing up at the particularly pseudo-emotional ones. When I was a little kid, there were two in particular that stand out in my memory - and now, thanks to the wonder of YouTube, I can see them again :)<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5561521932696190082-910818816519527227?l=beautifulbiology.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julie Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913288961950222651noreply@blogger.com0